"You have no idea how terrifying the Eight-Headed Serpent in Death Swamp truly is!"
"The horses we rode back then wouldn't even have been enough to fill the gaps between its teeth. It stood more than thirty zhang tall."
"Our group had over thirty Soul Masters, including more than a dozen Soul Douluos and Soul Sages with Beast Spirits, yet we still couldn't do anything to it."
"Thankfully, its ninth head hadn't grown out yet. Otherwise, it would definitely have been a terrifying Soul Beast more than three hundred thousand years old. Even a Titled Douluo would have turned and fled upon seeing it.
Of all of us, fewer than eight made it back in the end. The other twenty-odd Soul Beasts all died there.
Thinking back on it now, I really was incredibly lucky. After all, I was among the weakest of the group."
By the end, Fang Zi, seated beside the fire, let out a soft sigh. She slowly raised the grilled fish that had already been cooked and took a small bite.
Meanwhile, Xiao Xiao and the others had all gathered in front of her. The previously spacious campfire immediately became much more crowded.
Only Tang Lan remained by this campfire.
Tang Lan had also heard of Soul Beasts like the Eight-Headed Serpent. It was said that each of its heads possessed a special attribute.
Hunting a single head would produce one of eight different soul rings.
However, if it evolved into a Nine-Headed Serpent, its strength would undergo a qualitative transformation.
It would leap from barely being comparable to a Titled Douluo to a level that even a Super Douluo would struggle to handle.
Although Soul Beasts possessed such heaven-defying talent, their cultivation took hundreds or even thousands of times longer than that of humans.
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